So this is mainly just a smutty chapter. I had originally intended more to happen after, but this part got a bit long so I decided to split them. I'm sorry that there's not more to it and that it's mainly a rehash of the previous chapter.

Chapter 17: His Terms

I dreaded the next time I was to work with Dave, two days after we had slept with each other. I've always been the kind of person who says that sex with friends shouldn't make things weird. It doesn't have to "ruin the friendship". If you're concerned about it ruining the friendship, then maybe the friendship was already in trouble. Still, I'd never been in that type of situation myself, so now I had to put my beliefs to the test. I wasn't sure how he would act around me and I feared how I might act around him. I can be such an awkward person at times that I had pretty much accepted that I was going to make a complete fool out of myself.

It turns out that I was worried about nothing. I was a little nervous around him at first, but he acted like he always did. Cute, funny, and way cooler than I'll ever be David. I shouldn't have ever doubted him. He greeted me with a sarcastic comment and a smile, and we went about business as usual.

That day, I found out that I was scheduled for an opening shift the next Wednesday. That normally wouldn't be an issue, but Jon was due to visit me that week. It was a half shift, so I'd be done by 3 that afternoon, but I usually went to pick him up at the airport earlier than that. I sent him a text explaining the situation and of course, since he is also way cooler me, he was fine with it.

"I'll just take a later flight," he said. "It'll give me the chance to sleep in for once in my life."

So when that Wednesday rolled around, I wasn't quite prepared for what was going to happen.

I was in the back doing some dishes a little before 2pm. Jon had texted me earlier saying that he would be coming in around 6pm, so I had decided that I'd take the time after work to prepare a nice dinner for us. Normally we end up going out to eat or ordering something for delivery, which I know he enjoys, but I always feel bad being his enabler for eating unhealthy food. I was running a mental list of what I needed to do once I got upstairs when I thought I heard his voice.

"Am I looking forward to seeing him so much that I'm delusional?" I mumbled under my breath with a laugh.

I wrapped up what I was doing and headed back into the bar. What I found was Jon sitting at an empty table, staring at Dave and tapping his fingers on his chest.

"What the hell are you doing here? You said your flight was arriving around six!" I asked, frantically.

He quickly glanced over at me, acknowledging my presence, and then returned his gaze to David. "A little white lie. I wanted to surprise you by showing up early. I didn't think he'd be here, though." He stretched his neck to the side and closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath.

I turned to Dave with a panicked look on my face. He was trying to go about his business and ignore the angry looks from Jon, but I could tell that he was very uncomfortable. He gave me a half-assed smile and continued to tidy up behind the bar.

I could feel the tension in the air and I didn't want to find out what would happen if I continued to let Jon sit here, stewing and staring at the other man I had sex with. I had to get Jon out of here.

"I was going to make you dinner tonight, so why don't you come upstairs and help me?" I motioned to David. "Will you be alright if I clock out early?"

"I'll be fine, El," he nodded. "Go enjoy your man."

I winced a little at his choice of words. I had never called Jon "my man" before. It seemed awfully possessive and I wouldn't want to make him think that I was trying to push him toward a more exclusive, monogamous type of relationship. Now that I had finally had that night with Dave, all of the stress I felt from trying to look for a no strings attached sex encounter had been released and I felt as though I could finally enjoy the open nature of our relationship.

However, that also led to the other reason I winced at Dave's words. Go enjoy he said. Enjoy. I wasn't so sure if I was going to enjoy whatever was to happen once we got upstairs. I had a sneaking suspicion that I was probably going to be yelled at by Jon about how I had fucked my best friend and not some random dude from a bar. At least that what I gathered based on the look he had on his face. I was probably going to get a severe tongue lashing, and not the good kind.

When we got upstairs, I immediately began to busy myself with setting up the kitchen. Jon went into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. Good. That would give me some time to mentally prepare myself to get yelled at and maybe formulate my defense.

I soon lost myself in cutting up the vegetables for the big garden salad that was to accompany the steak and sweet potatoes I was going to cook up later. I don't do it often since I live alone and I can be awfully lazy sometimes, but I really enjoy cooking and I often feel very Zen while doing it. I was so concentrated on dicing the vegetables that I didn't notice the shower shut off.

"So…you fucked your best friend."

I jumped when I heard his voice behind me. I dropped my knife and almost cut my finger. I bent down to pick it up off the floor and looked over him as I did. He was only wearing his gym shorts, as he usually did after showering, and was running his hand through his messy damp hair. I stood up, tossed the knife in the sink, and grabbed a clean one. Returning my attention to the vegetables, I finally answered him.

"I did."

There was that same lengthy pause from when I told him about it over the phone.

"I was so frustrated from all of my failed attempts at casual sex that he thought it would be a good idea since we already know almost everything about each other. So no undercover douchebags or secret intruding mothers," I said, trying to break the silence.

"Did you enjoy it?"

I was afraid to answer. I didn't want to lie, but I was nervous that he would be upset if I said yes. I finally decided on just telling the truth. "Yes. Yes I did."

I saw his hands grab the edge of the counter on either side of me and felt his chest press against my back. His breath tickled the back of my ear, so I knew that his face was very close. "I think it's time for you to tell me the details of that night, Lana," he said, as his grip on the counter tightened.

I swallowed hard and put the knife down. "Okay, let me clean up here and we can go talk in my room." I reached for the kitchen towel, but he swatted my hand away.

"No, you're going to tell me about it here. I said I'd ask you about it on my own terms. Well, here they are."

He had me completely boxed in between him and the counter and I started to panic a little bit. My breaths quickened and I felt my skin prickle with goosebumps.

"Um…well…he leaned in real close to me…and I kinda kissed him."

"Kinda? How do you 'kinda' kiss someone?"

"Okay, fine, I definitely kissed him."

"How did you kiss him?"

"Closed-mouthed."

"Hmm," he grunted. He nestled his face into my neck. "And then you fucked?"

"No, asshole. Then I used my tongue a little bit…but nothing crazy."

I felt his tongue lightly flick against my skin as he placed small kisses along my neck. It was a small gesture, but it felt so damn good. I closed my eyes and arched my back, when suddenly, he stopped.

My eyes flew open and I looked down at him with frustration on my face. "Why'd you stop? That felt really nice."

"You stopped talking."

"What? What does that have to do with anything?"

"So you kissed him. What did it feel like? Describe it to me."

I didn't respond immediately, I just continued to look at him, not really sure about what his game was today. He didn't say anything. He just kept staring at me with his chin resting on my shoulder.

"His…his lips were very soft. He must use lip balm when I'm not looking."

He slowly dragged his open mouth along my neck. I could feel the texture of his lips and the warmth of his breath. He wasn't making this very easy.

"His mouth tasted really sweet. Like maraschino cherries, now that I think about it. He must've been sneaking some from behind the bar all night. I hate maraschinos…but I really liked the taste of him."

Jon turned my head toward him and kissed me very softly. It was almost shocking in its gentle nature. I let his tongue slip into my mouth just a little bit so that I could taste him. He broke the kiss first and pulled away, raising his eyebrow at me.

"You just taste like cigarettes," I laughed. "I should've known." I stuck out my tongue with an over-the-top look of disgust. He rolled his eyes at me, but I could see his lips curl into a tiny smile. He nodded in my direction, implying that he wanted me to continue.

"Then he took his pants off." He removed his hands from the edge of the counter and ran them up my arms, then down my chest. He stopped briefly on my breasts to pinch one of my nipples and I let out a squeak.

"How did you react when you saw his dick for the first time?" he asked. His hands continued down my waist and stopped along the top of my pants. He slipped his thumbs under the hem and slid them forward until his fingers were over the button.

"It actually hit me on the nose when I pulled his boxers down. So startled. I was startled."

I felt his body shake slightly as he chuckled quietly. "Really? You're such a fucking dork." He popped the button out of its loop and pulled down the zipper. I felt my pants being pulled down to the middle of my thighs.

"Me? What about you? Have you seen the way you act when you think no one's watching? Dancing around like an-" I stopped abruptly because he had slipped his hand down the front of my panties and began to stroke my pussy. He would let one of his fingers just barely touch my clit as they passed. My skin started to flush and my nerves lit up.

"Who's a dork?" he asked, pressing his forehead against my temple.

"I am. And you…you're…wonderful." I leaned back into him, keeping my hips pushed forward so that he would have easier access.

He pulled his hand out and straightened me up. "Nah, not yet. What was his cock like?"

"Compared to you? He was smaller, but that's not important to me." He bent down as he helped me get my pants off completely. "And he had an upward curve that I very much appreciated later." I looked down at him as I stepped out of the fabric. "Are you fucking smiling? Asshole…"

He stood up and tried to put on a serious face, but he couldn't hide his cheesy grin. "Sorry. I can't help it. It's a stupid dude thing." He wrapped his arms around my waist and I could feel his erection poke into my back. "So what did you do with that cock, you slut?"

"I swallowed it. I was able to fit the whole thing in my mouth. Oh Jon, it felt so good…that feels good…"

His hand had crept back down my panties, but now he was rubbing slow circles around my clit. I absent-mindedly started to grind my hips against his hand. He groaned and sped up his movements in response to my own.

"He stroked my hair and I sucked him slow and deep," I continued. "If he came in my mouth, I would've swallowed every drop of him."

"I bet you would have because you love cock, don't you?" He held me close to him as his own hard cock rubbed up against me. The mix of his fingers on my clit and the teasing behind me was making me awfully wet.

I moaned softly as I leaned my head back onto his shoulder. "I do…I do love cock." He took his free hand and cupped one of my breasts, using his thumb to tease the nipple. "But I like yours the best."

I knew that cheesy grin would return once I had said that. He lowered his mouth to kiss my collarbone. "I never get tired of hearing that."

"He told me to stop…since he didn't want to finish in my mouth. He bent me over the table and I pulled down my panties." He stopped what he was doing and began to slide my panties down my legs. He left a trail of kisses on my ass and then down the back of my legs. The light touches on the sensitive skin back there made me shudder. "He had me keep my dress on, though. I felt really dirty that way…wearing my dress with no panties."

He tugged the lace and cotton from under my feet and moved it to the side. "Mmm…do you like to feel dirty?" He rubbed his large hands up my legs and across my bare bottom.

"Only when I'm with someone I trust. I'd trust David with my life." I turned my head to look down at him in the ground. "And I trust you."

"Okay, enough with the serious chatter, back to the fucking," he said. His voice sounded bored with the idea, but his eyes looked like he was glad I felt that way.

"So then he flipped up my skirt and ate my pussy like he was starving."

He nudged my legs to get me to turn around so that my back was against the counter. He hoisted one of my legs over his shoulder and then moved forward so that he could support my weight better.

"Can't blame him. I do love pussy…"

He lifted my other leg so that it too was on his shoulder. I held onto the counter's edge to try to support myself. I felt his hands cup my ass as he let the tip of his tongue glide between my swollen lips. I tried my best to not squirm too much, but then he thrust two long fingers inside of me.

"You are so wet, you naughty girl. I can't wait to fuck you."

"Oh god, his tongue felt so good…" He began to slowly lap at my clit. I was so turned on by this entire game of his that it wouldn't be very long until I reached orgasm. "I came so hard…" His fingers worked in and out of my pussy, slow and steady, but deep enough so that his knuckles pressed against me. I could feel myself getting closer to climax when he decided to suck on my clit. "…oh god, oh god, Jon! Fuck!"

My hips bucked against his face, but he didn't pull away. He kept his mouth latched onto me. Aftershocks ran through my body as his warm breath hit the oversensitive area.

He helped me get my feet back on the floor and I started to stagger off out of the kitchen. "I…I need to go sit down for a while."

I heard him stand up and felt his hands grab my shoulders. "No no no, you're not getting out of finishing this. You said you fucked him, so tell me about it." He marched me back to the counter and boxed me in again.

"We came back up here…neither of us had a condom ready…" I said, still trying to catch my breath.

"Stay right here. Don't move." He smacked my ass and went back into the other room, returning with a condom wrapped around his dick. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled them back towards him. I put my elbows down on the counter as I felt him rub his length against me. "So you were saying?"

"…so once I got him a condom, I jumped on him and rode him nice and slow…" He lined himself up against my hole and pushed forward just enough so that I could feel the pressure of the head. "…and he played with my…ahh!" He sunk his dick balls deep into my pussy with one thrust. He held himself there for a moment while I wriggled my hips. His thrusts started slowly at first, but gradually gained speed.

"Are you a little distracted there, Lana?" he murmured next to my ear.

"Maybe," I breathed out. "He, uh…he played with…tits, my tits, Jon."

"Like this?" He brought his hands up under my shirt and pushed my bra up over my chest. He let his fingers roam over the soft skin there and I felt my nipples begin to harden.

"Yes…yes, just like that." I moaned when he started to pinch my nipples. "He didn't get rough with them like that, though. He was so gentle and easy going…nothing like when you fuck me…"

"Yeah, but you like it rough, don't you?" As many times as I had heard him say things like this in that raspy voice of his, it still turned me on like nothing else.

"Yes, god, yes." He took this as his signal to start thrusting hard and deep. He removed one hand from under my shirt and wrapped it around my throat, pulling me away from the counter and up against his chest.

"Fuck me, you feel so fucking good…" I gasped. He nipped at my neck, making it very hard for me to concentrate. "Uh…then he flipped me onto my back and thrust really deep into my pussy."

He took the hand that remained under my shirt and ran it down my stomach until it settled between my legs. My clit had calmed down enough so that it didn't feel overstimulated when he began to rub it between his fingers.

"I was so wet…he felt so good…" I felt my stomach clench as I got closer to coming again.

"Did you cum on his dick?"

"Yes…yes…right there…oh Jon…"

I grabbed at his arms as I came. He then closed his hand around my throat a little tighter as he came himself. He let go of my throat and wrapped his arm around my chest. We stood there silently for a moment, him holding me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I placed my hand over his and squeezed it.

"You do know that I really believed you were pissed at me, right?" I sighed.

"That's what I was aiming for."

"Just to mess with me?"

"Bingo." He mussed my hair and pulled away from me to go grab his shorts. As he left the kitchen, I heard him start to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked, giving him a dirty look.

"Nothing, it's nothing," he replied, turning around to face me, but the stupid smirk on his face said otherwise. I picked up my clothes and threw on my panties before following him out the door.

"Stop being a jerk. Seriously. If I started laughing randomly, you'd wonder what I was thinking. So spill!"

He shook his head and giggled like a schoolboy. "It's just that I don't remember Dante and Randall ever fucking in Clerks."

My mouth dropped open, but then formed into a grin of my own. I walked up to him, dropping my pants back on the floor as I did, and put my hands on his bare chest. "Aww, you do pay attention when I talk about dumb stuff!" I took one of my hands and pressed my index finger against his nose, making a boop! sound as I did.

He pushed my face away with his hand and made an irritated noise.

"You can deny it all you want, but you listen to me, don't you?" He went about getting fully dressed and didn't answer my question. "Don't you?"

"I'm sorry, were you saying something?" He slowly turned his head to me with that playful look in his eyes.

"You know, you really are an asshole sometimes."

"Yeah, well, you're a real bitch sometimes, so I guess that's what makes this work." He stood up and slapped his hand on my back, taking a bit of the wind out my lungs. "Do you want a drink? I think I could use a drink."

We walked into the bar together and Dave shot me a look of is everything fine? as soon as he noticed that we were there. I nodded at him and I could see his shoulders relax. For as calm as he had acted earlier, I suppose he was actually concerned for me, which was nice to know.

Jon walked up to the bar and sat down. "So there's something I've wanted to say to you since I got in today."

"Oh yeah? What's up?" Dave asked as he casually wiped down the bar.

"Thank you for being Lana's friend." Dave stopped wiping and glanced over at me, then back at Jon.

"It's my pleasure, man. She's been a good friend to me, too."

Jon stood up and leaned his head in toward Dave. "And thanks for fucking her, too. Seriously. It sounds like she really enjoyed herself." They both smiled at each other and then looked over at me.

"I hate you both," I said, but we all knew I was lying. My relationships with each of them were rather unorthodox compared to most, but for us, it worked.

Jon extended his hand to Dave, who accepted it with a smile. We were both surprised when Jon pulled him into a tight embrace. I stood back and watched as the two most important men in my life hugged and it made my heart happy. Everything was going to be alright.